As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.

And I’ll Tell It And Think It And Speak It And Breathe It And Reflect It From The Mountain So All Souls Can See It Then I’ll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinkin’ But I’ll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singin

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

I Used To Think It's Better If You Just Live And Die And No One Knows Who You Are.

How Many Times Have You Heard Someone Say If I Had His Money I'd Do Things My Way Hmm, But Little They Know Hmm, It's So Hard To Find One Rich Man In Ten With A Satisfied Mind.